Sinner`s Serenade — текст песни (cursive)

Oh God, no - please don`t tell her
what I`ve done
I can hardly look at her
everything I love, I hurt
Oh God, yes - she is love
she is sex
But I used her for the game,
A scapegoat to carry the blame
for a hate song
For a hate song
It`s like masochism - I hate
these hate songs
Holding a dove
then clipping it`s wings off
Someone you love
and you give them the kiss off
Someone to love - and you fuck it up!

How I hate these dirty words I emulate
How i hate ruining what I create
How I hate this (and I hate that
you don`t fall for it) - this
sinner`s serenade
This hate song (this self defecation)
isn`t helping anyone
Save the sinner
Save the sinner
He knows not what he`s done to himself
What he`s done to others
He hides behind words
he hides behind liquor
He hides in his bedroom with his guitar
screaming, "Sinner!"

Oh God, look what I`ve done
in the bedroom.